A peek into the life, mind, and heart of a completely sane lunatic.

Vote, and shut the fuck up. Please.

On the eve of this evening’s final Presidential debate, it has become painfully obvious to me that I’m over it. All over it. Social networking battles to the death containing little or no semblance of truth, the ending of friendships over comment strings all serves to do what exactly? Send you to bed pissed off, or worse, out into the world pissed off looking for a release. Here’s a little bit of insight that hit me the other day. Voting is a very self-centered thing. Our current democratic system plays on every fear, real or imagined, that we have THEN asks our paranoid, self-obsessed crazy asses to go out and select someone to lead the entire nation. We go, and we vote our own needs and rarely the needs of others. If you say that’s not true then you’re lying to someone you should never lie to … you.

I know I’m not going to vote in a way that may necessarily benefit a rich corporation more than it’s going to benefit my poor black artist ass. Why would I? It’d be self-defeating. Are there solutions that would be mutually beneficial to all American citizens? Hell, probably. But, that’s not what I’m here to write about. I mainly just want to say that the odds of anyone’s minds being changed by endless online banter and diatribes, t-shirts, bumper stickers, etc. are slim to fuckin’ none. So hush. Go do something more productive, like volunteering and being as selfless as you are with your vote.

Me? I’m plotting my campaign for 2016. Since world domination is clearly just one rageful tweet away. Governing an entire country can’t be that damn hard.